Intrepid Murmurings

Here fishy fishy fishy....
Remember how Ernie used to go fishing? All the fish just flying into the boat? Bert hated him for it (and for everything else too, it seemed). I, however, got my fish at our local big box pet store. I went in for dog food, and came out with a fish. He is a male beta, the kind that sit alone in tiny little cups because if put together they will bite each others heads off. In the past I have always avoided them, because I don't like to support such violence. But this time I was enamored and spent at least 20 minutes examining each one; he needed to be colorful, graceful, and of strong stock. He was going in my studio, and therefore needed to inspire beautiful art. I also got a little lump that you plant in the gravel and it sprouts into a plant, and the highest quality food pellets -- only the best for my guy. The rest of the supplies I had at home. My fish bowl had been sitting empty for some time. I got the bowl in a thrift store in Minnesota, if I remember correctly. It is plain and old and made of heavy glass. The last fish who occupied it were Bob and Jerry, and unfortunately Jerry, like his namesake, died too young during the last week before my comps (big, important, extremely procrastinated thesis) were due. I think it was because he was swimming in filth. Other fish in my childhood have come to their deaths by way of Windex (dripping into bowl after my mother cleaned the bathroom mirror, not my fault) and by foot and vacuum (those were the jumpers, again, I was innocent). But Jerry was all me, and after six years of growing up, I think I can be a much better fish owner (my dogs, however, are not so sure). So here is my dilemma. After three weeks (in which he has received regular feedings and two bowl cleanings, I might add) he still does not have a name. I usually name my pets after musicians or Grateful Dead songs (Bob and Jerry, for example, and our current dumb but lovable lab, Aiko) similar to my husband and his computers (Chinacat, Sugaree, Sugar Magnolia, Bertha, Dupree, Delilah) but this time, nothing has stood out, and I am willing to expand my horizons. That is where you come in, dear readers. I know you are out there, I see the hits. It is okay to lurk (though I would enjoy a comment or two now and then) but this time I need your help. What should I name my fish? I am open to anything, and am eagerly awaiting your suggestions...